Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

"What's this?"

Lin Jiu looked at what Qiu Sheng was holding in his hand, and his right eyelid twitched.

The aroma of food wafted in the wind, and Qiu Sheng's mouth was almost watering.

He raised the plum blossom black lacquer food box in his hand and twitched his nose. "Wow, I know it's Yipinxuan's taro roast chicken, salt-baked shrimp, and steamed pork with rice flour." He sniffed again, nodded vigorously, and said with certainty:

"And the Yunpian Cake and Jujube Pastry Cake from Yunyi Pastry Shop!"

There was a hint of glitter at the corner of her mouth.

Oh my god! This jujube paste cake must have been made today. The sweet aroma of red dates and brown sugar blended together is so overbearing that it really makes his nose fall off.

I really want to eat~( ′?`)

Lin Jiu's forehead vein jumped. He looked at the young man who was gradually walking away outside the open courtyard gate and had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"Who sent it?"

Qiu Sheng carefully held the food box and quietly stepped back several steps, away from Lin Jiu. "I told you, you can't be angry."

Lin Jiu glanced at him and said nothing, but his impatience was clearly conveyed to Qiu Sheng through his gradually narrowed eyes.

Qiu Sheng's scalp tightened, and he quickly hid behind the doorpost and said quickly:

"Zhong Yao asked his servants to deliver it!"

There was dead silence in the courtyard.

Qiu Sheng swallowed his saliva and stole a glance at Lin Jiu with half an eye. "Master, he also asked his shop assistant to pass on a message..."

"What?"

His tone was calm, as if he was chatting with him normally, which made Qiu Sheng feel relieved.

He said, it was just some food, and his master had seen a lot of things, so he wouldn't be so stingy.

Moreover, these meat dishes were vetoed by his master the last time Jingzhi invited guests to a restaurant. He had wanted to eat them for a long time.

They say there's no such thing as a free lunch, but now it's here!

He chuckled, turned around and walked out from behind the pillar, but he still guarded the food box tightly. "He said that the charity cemetery is far from the town, and (Jingzhi) definitely can't eat these dishes normally, so he specially asked the waiter to buy them and send them over!"

To prevent his master from being angry to death, Qiu Sheng omitted some details.

He took two steps closer, feeling somewhat happy. "Master, I don't have to light the fire and cook tonight. I'll go get Jingzhi and Wencai to come over for dinner! As for the two jars of wine from lunch... can you open one?"

Lin Jiu: "...What do you think?"

Well, this time Qiu Sheng heard the freezing coldness in his master's words.

Lin Jiu's hands behind his back clenched with a loud creaking sound. He sneered, frightening Qiu Sheng. He grinned flatteringly, "Hehe, then don't drink."

Looking at the guilty look on Qiu Sheng's face, combined with what he just said, Lin Jiu knew with his knees that these meals must have been specially prepared by that boy for Jingzhi.

The first shot of the battle has been fired, and Lin Jiu will not lose, and cannot lose!

"Hmph, the food is cold after being brought here from so far away. It smells so greasy, how can I eat it?" He turned to Qiu Sheng and instructed, "Kill a chicken and a fish. Don't cook yet. Call me when you're done."

Incredible!

That guy Zhong Yao even forced his master to want to fight.

Just now, when he saw Lin Jiu’s gloomy face, he thought his master was going to overturn the table. He didn’t expect such a good thing to happen?

Hehe, he doesn’t care how these two fight, anyway, he can have a big dinner tonight without fighting!

……

Lin Jiu quickly walked into the study, tore off the Qingxin Mantra from the kitten's paw, then caught the kitten that was confused and wanted to escape, hugged it tightly in his arms and stroked its fur.

He was so malicious that he rubbed Jingzhi's fur against the direction of its fur, and the whole cat looked like it had been farted.

"Ah, Jiu?"

Jingzhi felt uncomfortable all over after being stroked by him, so she shook her body. The soft cat hair gradually returned to its original position during the shaking process, and only a few tufts of hair on the top of the head were still messy.

But she didn't have time to care about it for the time being. The kitten raised its chin to almost 90 degrees to the ground, and then she could see his ashen face clearly.

No.

She had just coaxed the person for a long time, so why was he angry again?

Jing put her front paw on his fist on his knee, "What's wrong? Who made you angry? I'll scratch him!"

She waved her claws, "Is it Qiu Sheng?"

That guy always makes Lin Jiu mad, and today she wants to make peace with him... No, no, clean up the mess!!

"It's okay." Lin Jiu took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, pinched her slightly open cat paws with his fingers and rubbed them, he lowered his voice and said:

"Shall I make fish soup for you tonight?"

In an instant, the worried cat eyes lit up like light bulbs.

The kitten's head left an afterimage.

She rubbed her furry head against Lin Jiu's palm again and again, "Okay, okay, I want to drink! Jiu, you are so good to me!"

She thought that after Zhong Yao's disturbance at noon, Lin Jiu would no longer be in the mood to give her special treatment.

Lin Jiu's anger was somewhat quenched by her rubbing and soft and sweet coquettish behavior. He couldn't help but gently tap her slightly moist nose with his index finger.

"Are you going to stay like this forever? When are you going to change back?"

"...I'll change it later when we eat."

"Oh."

This one, oh, isn't threatening at all.

Not happy, but not angry either, as if to say that the weather is so nice today, so normal that it's a little abnormal.

Jingzhi quietly looked at his face.

It’s okay, the look is very restrained.

He didn't even glance at her, and seemed a little absent-minded.

He was probably just asking, she thought.

The little cat was not very smart. The moment he lowered his head, he didn't see Lin Jiu's sudden change, and the determination to win was almost overflowing from the corner of his eyes.

She just felt that autumn had really come, and the wind blowing in from the window made her feel cool.

She couldn't help but curl herself up and rub against Lin Jiu's arms.

Lin Jiu gently combed the hair on the back of her head. As she unconsciously leaned closer, his eyes gradually softened. The idea of ​​his determination was deeply imprinted in his eyes...

……

Jingzhi thought that Lin Jiu only made fish soup for her, but he actually served her three dishes and one soup.

The honey-roasted chicken is golden yellow, slightly burnt, and has a crispy skin!

The braised pork is maroon in color, and each piece is the size as if measured with a ruler. It looks very appetizing when eaten with rice.

Another dish, oh, it’s a vegetable.

Jingzhi gave it a look and immediately turned her head to look at the large bowl of milky white fish soup next to it, with a few round chopped green onions carefully sprinkled on the surface.

"Ajiu? Is it my birthday today? Or whose birthday is it? Why is it so sumptuous?"

Lin Jiu took a bowl and filled it with soup for her. His tone was very gentle. "It's just a home-cooked meal. If you like it, I can make it for you every day."

He looked at the bright moon hanging in the sky and said apologetically, "I took some time to prepare this chicken. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long. Have a bowl of soup to warm your stomach first."

As he spoke, he pushed the bowl towards her, and placed the chopsticks and spoon in places that were convenient for her.

Jingzhi clicked his tongue.

She looked up at Lin Jiu, who had just taken a shower and had combed his hair neatly, like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, and suddenly fell into deep thought.

Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of a few dishes placed far away on the right side of the table. "What are those?"

Lin Jiu turned her head back, but before she could say anything, Qiu Sheng, who was peeling shrimp, sucked the shrimp oil from his fingers and said:

"Zhong Yao sent it, you..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw Lin Jiu cursing with his eyes.

So he shut up and lowered his head, and ate vigorously with Wencai, who was so hungry that he couldn't even raise his head.

"You want to eat too?" The more angry he got, the calmer his tone became.

"No!" Jingzhi gradually understood this. She immediately picked up the bowl on the table and took a big gulp of fish soup to show her loyalty and her extreme approval of his cooking skills.

However, the soup had just been taken off the stove, and the first mouthful she took almost scalded her heart, liver, spleen, and lungs.

Jingzhi didn't dare to spit it out, so she swallowed it hard, then stuck out her hot red tongue and slapped it hard.

"You..."

He took a cup beside him, pulled out a jar of wine from under the table and poured her a glass. "It's cold. Hold it in your mouth for a while before swallowing it."

Qiu Sheng, who had been glancing over here, was stunned. "Master, didn't you say you wouldn't let me drink it?"

"Only one jar, you are not allowed to drink too much."

As he spoke, he took out a jar of wine from under his feet and handed it over.

Qiu Sheng's eyebrows were raised with joy. He wiped his hands on the table with a rag, then took the jar of wine, opened it and smelled it, "Wow, Zhongyao is really awesome, he can even do this!"

"But Master, why is the color different from what you poured for her?"

Lin Jiu put the braised pork on his chopsticks into Jingzhi's rice bowl, then raised his head and said slowly:

"She can just drink fruit wine."

Fruit wine is different from ordinary wine. It has a lighter alcohol content, is less intoxicating, and tastes smoother and sweeter. She should like it, right?

As they were talking, Jingzhi treated the fruit wine as a drink and had already secretly drunk several glasses.

Lin Jiu shook the wine jar and removed one-third of it, then quickly pressed the mouth of the jar and said to her:

"After finishing this bowl of soup, you need to have some food before you can continue drinking."

"I know~" Jingzhi shrugged, and the burning feeling in her mouth subsided. She smiled at Lin Jiu, her eyes always glancing at the chicken and meat, a typical example of someone who eats from the bowl and looks at what's in the pot.

Her mother Lin taught her very well when she was a child. She never smacked her lips when eating and ate every bite carefully. Although her mouth was small, she ate quite fast.

The originally piled high dish of meat and vegetables gradually disappeared by half, but the dish of stir-fried bitter melon was hardly touched.

At this moment, a large chopstick of bitter melon landed in her bowl. "Don't be picky, eat some vegetables too."

Jingzhi raised her eyes, secretly stuffed another piece of braised pork into her mouth, chewed it quickly, and after swallowing it, she bargained, "After you finish this chopstick, you are not allowed to pick up any more for me."

Her eyes slid to the wine jar on his left, and she said seriously, "It's a bit greasy to eat just meat. Can I have some to drink?"

"Eat vegetables if you feel sick."

"Tsk, just eat it!"

She grimaced after eating a piece of bitter melon, as if she had taken poison.

Who was the first to try this bitter melon? It looks messy and sticky, and not only is it ugly in appearance, but the taste is just so-so. She just doesn't like it.

Jingzhi swore that one day, she would pluck out all of Lin Jiu's bitter melon vines! Plucking them all, not a single one left!

Seeing that she had a face full of hatred and bitterness, but still ate up all the food he picked, Lin Jiu smiled.

He then let her go and poured her a glass of wine to save her taste buds.

……

Gradually, a blush appeared on her face, but Lin Jiu did not stop pouring the wine. It was not until her eyes became blurred, she began to giggle, and sat more and more upright that Lin Jiu put away the remaining half jar of wine.

"After you two finish eating, clean up here. I'll take her to wash up."

After saying that, Lin Jiu folded his hands on the table, picked up Jingzhi horizontally with a standard posture like a primary school student, and walked quickly into his room.

At the dinner table, Qiu Sheng and Wencai, who were half drunk, looked at each other.

After a while, Wen Cai withdrew his gaze from Lin Jiu's back and said with a thick tongue: "Master, Senior Brother, Master shouldn't be that kind of person, right?!"